The flag is in your grip, and your feet are pounding the earth beneath you. A stretch of grass is all that lies between you and winning this game of capture the flag for your cabin. A stretch of grass... and Song Mingi, from the Ares cabin, who appeared out of nowhere, slamming his shield into your side. The impact pushes you off balance and you can taste blood and grass as you keep the flag tight in your grip. You are not giving up now. Not when you are this close to winning the laurels. With great annoyance, you shield your eyes with your free hand, peering up at Mingi. He smirks softly and holds out a hand to help you up. "Sorry," he says, a slight hint of pride in his voice despite his apology.